We are a marvelous, sometimes mad race. We destroy, and despoil. We do it for reasons we perceive as important, but history inevitably shows us our folly in that reasoning. It is the madness we routinely expose to light that is the same madness that drives us to create beauty unimagined before. How do we navigate this conundrum? What are we to do? On the one side we manifest such loveliness, such ravishing glory that we are left breathless and bereft of words. On the other side we make nightmares real beyond rational conception. What are we to do?
It is true that we all like the idea of having variation, and range in our wardrobes. There is both practicality, and pleasure in that. When we do not need to wear the same things every day, they will last us far longer. And having a change allows us that field of expression I speak of so often.
Another thing that gives this power is that we are at heart tribal creatures, never fully happy unless we are part of a group that accepts us, and the industry plays on that desire endlessly. If we only buy this thing, or use this product, we will become acceptable, beautiful and desired.